She startled, jumping a bit when Kitane swung her arm around her shoulders. Her eyes brightened, though, at seeing the very familiar girl. It was a bit of a relief, to be with her friend like this again. "Zhe shi bu hao de," murmured Mingmei in her native Mandarin, the words coming out more naturally in Mandarin. "Ta shi ben da." Granted, calling someone a stupid egg wasn't exactly the worse swear word she could think of given the situation, but swears in Mandarin or even her other native Cantonese were much worse. They usually involved cursing a family for generations, but then again, the man was American, rather than Chinese, so somehow she didn't think the curse would be as effective. Maybe.
"It was bad, Kitane," she remarked quietly. "He asked for some drink. Some very...detailed drink. We gave him what he wanted, but he said it wasn't right. And he threw it at my kafei shi, my barista. Then when I asked him to explain, he got mad at me and yelled at me in front of everyone. I didn't understand so I didn't know what to say, but he left a few minutes later." Maybe it wasn't so bad, but being publicly humiliated like that in a place that she loved was enough to cause Mingmei to want to curl up into a tiny hole and die, even if it was just for a little while.